Happy New Year

I did not want to see workers today. I knew if I managed not to see them I would not have to say stupid “Happy New Year” crap. It will become weird to say that word in second week of a year.

There are 2 reasons I did not want to say the word. One is that I was not allowed to talk to them under our company’s unspoken rule. This is a strange company which I work for, my parents business. Only things I am allowed to say to them are “Good morning” and “Goodbye”. But it is also strange not to say “Happy New Year” to them when a new year just started. Last year I managed not to say the word to them due to the forming climbing roses job kept me so busy sitting in one green house for a month. This year it seems I managed again. And you cannot say “Happy New Year” on second week of a year. This is probably my own rule, but that works. So I do not have to say the word to them again this year.

The other reason I do not want to say “Happy New Year” to anyone is that I really do not think changing the year won’t turn over your life suddenly happier. The New Year’s Day is just a sequel to the day before. So this year some people said to me “Happy New Year”. You may think I thought “what the hell you are saying. Nothing has been changed except for Jesus’s age”. That’s practically No. I just couldn’t understand what they were on about. “New Year Day” shit does not run in my blood. It took me a while to remember the Japanese, or world’s, ritual to say the word. I even told one guy that “nothing is happy or unhappy”. He happened to be my in-law brother. He did not seem to understand it.

Anyway, I could avoid saying “Happy New Year”. That makes me “Happy” It is ironic.

Chicken

It was one of the most memorable year-end day yesterday. I was cleaning the entire house with my wife all day. About 4pm we had finished and I started browsing internet. It was then my mother called me on the phone. I was reluctant to answer but I had no choice. My mother’s phone calls fall into either offering food or asking me to work. And as most phone calls are, that was the latter one.

She asked me to help my father to insecticide all green houses. What I had to do was dealing with the hose of the machine so my father did not have to struggle. When I rushed to my father, he had almost done it. I was glad. Instead of helping him, my father asked me to close the green houses special insulation roof; that’s an easy job. I finished doing it in 5 minutes. I was thinking what to eat to conclude the year when my father ran to me and said one green house’s roof was blown off.

There was snow from 30th night through the next morning. The snow must have made holes on the roof. And the window; the combination of snow and wind ripped the roof. In retrospect, I should have taken a picture of it, because the view was so astonishing for a year-end day. I had premonition endless work was coming up.

I do not want to go into what we did and stuff. It is boring and would make me sigh. Around 8pm we finished patching up the green house. We all were covered with mud and fatigued. My stomach was achy for cold. When I got home I was freezing. I took a long bath. I had no appetite. I just had wine. When I was about to go to bed, suddenly I got hungry. I micro waved frozen chicken ate with salt and pepper. The chicken was cheap and dry. I realized the crappy chicken was the last meal of the year.